paroles de chanson Skeet and Garret - Roosevelt Sykes
Got
me
accused
for
murder,
and
stealing
was
my
crime
Got
me
accused
for
murder,
and
stealing
was
my
crime
Lord
it
was
all
on
account,
of
me
stealing
a
woman's
mind
I
wrote
my
baby
a
letter,
she
send
me
a
telegram
I
wrote
my
baby
a
letter,
she
send
me
a
telegram
She
said
daddy
the
reason
I
love
you,
you
got
ways
just
like
a
lamb
She
got
a
head
like
a
switch-engine,
And
her
feet
just
like
a
teddy
bear
She
got
a
head
like
a
switch-engine,
And
her
feet
just
like
a
teddy
bear
She
dipping
her
Skeet
and
Garret,
and
spitting
it
everywhere
Lord
I'd
rather
be
in
the
woods
mama,
Lord
in
a
lion's
den
Lord
I'd
rather
be
in
the
woods
mama,
Lord
in
a
lion's
den
Than
to
be
here
in
this
town
mama,
Lord
and
deceive
her
men
Good
night
blues,
why
don't
you
let
me
sleep
Good
night
blues,
why
don't
you
let
me
sleep
You
been
following
me,
around
this
whole
week
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1 44 Blues
2 All My Money Gone Blues
3 The Way I Feel Blues
4 Henry Ford Blues
5 I'm Tired of Being Mistreated
6 Boot That Thing
7 Fire Detective Blues
8 Little Sow Blues
9 Single Tree Blues
10 Trouble Everywhere Blues
11 Working Man On the Seas
12 Beale and Main Blues
13 Long Tall Man Blues
14 Skeet and Garret
15 Roosevelt’s Blues
16 Ten and Four Blues
17 Black River Blues
18 Bury That Thing
19 Home of Your Own Blues
20 Lost All I Had Blues
21 Poor Boy Blues
22 Jivin' Jelly Roll Blues
23 Rough Treatin' Daddy
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